My Anchor Holds

The relocation process is exhausting.

Of course, there’s the physical aspect packing, loading, unloading, unpacking boxes and furniture. Under the surface of those waves, however, run the current of change, the disruption of all things usual – the eating schedule is destroyed, along with the sleeping, bathroom, and exercise schedules, the morning routine changes as it adapts to a new environment. It’s a turbulent time even though it might also be an exciting ride.

At times like these (and there have been several times like these in my life), my ship needs an anchor, something simple to tie me to real life and love and purpose, to remind me why I’m bothering to work through the stress and struggle, to keep me from being tossed on the swells or pulled under by the riptides.

Thanks to my amazing God and Perfect Lover, Jesus, I have an anchor… His Love Letter to me. Here are a few highlights…

Do justly. Love Mercy. Walk humbly with my God. (Micah 6:8)

We have this hope as an anchor… Jesus has become my high priest forever. (Heb. 6:19-20)

I have learned in everything to be content… (Phil. 4:11)

Jesus rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. "You are not perishing… why are you afraid?" (Matt. 8:23-27)

Whatever you’re facing today, know that you have an Anchor if you trust in Jesus. Keep walking the walk, and He’ll be that something holding your head above the water.

I guess you could say, He’s my Dry Ground. J

Thanks for visiting today. Enjoy sticking shamrocks in your caps and eating green eggs and ham!